It was about this time last year when you offered me support with my torn ACL & MCL. I’m so sorry to hear about lefty! The commentary on “why are you always injured?” resonates with me. I figure no one gets out of here alive, so I might as well push a little and see what this body is capable of. Wishing you an efficient yet thorough rehab journey.
I love this. I always get asked why I do my sports pursuits (hockey, weightlifting, OCR, power yoga) despite an accumulation of injuries. I mean, not only do I not “need” to work out that much to be “healthy”, it seems counterproductive (and even medical professionals seem to think I should be happy with a few long walks and some 5lb pink dumbbells). I also don’t look like an athlete (50 years old, short, stumpy, no 6-pack to be found), with the implication that I’m not even getting aesthetic benefits.
But..I love it. I love feeling strong and finding new things my body can do. I love the feeling of just just going balls-to-the wall, no fear. I love knowing that it’s ok and often a good thing to be uncomfortable and live with it instead of trying to escape it.
I don’t love contemplating what’s left of my rotator cuff, or every morning cataloging what hurts/is stiff, and more of my training time is now devoted to mobility/range of motion work, but still.
Sitting on my couch, or strolling around with pink weights is unlikely to make me feel physically better and it won’t make my soul, spirit, or psyche feel better. So I just go on, throwing myself at the wall (mountain, clean&jerk, handstand).
It was about this time last year when you offered me support with my torn ACL & MCL. I’m so sorry to hear about lefty! The commentary on “why are you always injured?” resonates with me. I figure no one gets out of here alive, so I might as well push a little and see what this body is capable of. Wishing you an efficient yet thorough rehab journey.
I love this. I always get asked why I do my sports pursuits (hockey, weightlifting, OCR, power yoga) despite an accumulation of injuries. I mean, not only do I not “need” to work out that much to be “healthy”, it seems counterproductive (and even medical professionals seem to think I should be happy with a few long walks and some 5lb pink dumbbells). I also don’t look like an athlete (50 years old, short, stumpy, no 6-pack to be found), with the implication that I’m not even getting aesthetic benefits.
But..I love it. I love feeling strong and finding new things my body can do. I love the feeling of just just going balls-to-the wall, no fear. I love knowing that it’s ok and often a good thing to be uncomfortable and live with it instead of trying to escape it.
I don’t love contemplating what’s left of my rotator cuff, or every morning cataloging what hurts/is stiff, and more of my training time is now devoted to mobility/range of motion work, but still.
Sitting on my couch, or strolling around with pink weights is unlikely to make me feel physically better and it won’t make my soul, spirit, or psyche feel better. So I just go on, throwing myself at the wall (mountain, clean&jerk, handstand).